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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into astrological
phenomenal violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, Orcious the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as i got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no escape
the heat [no back, im here forever]

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, a mack with no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i flow petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im here

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant fake niggas an fake bitches.
Dont me upset my stomach,
them killas will through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you live here, word to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.